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"Duncan wa his name. He'd been in the R.A.F'. He was real cute. Aver} supèrior-typt person. Cultured. \;\1 e enjoyed having him around-he was fun, you know- and we just got in the habit of taking him along with us wherever we went. vVhen we'd go down to Austin for a foothall gal11e, we always got a seat for Duncan, too. We) d go to partie after- ward, and he'd go along with us. He had this cute British accent, and lots of people just thought he was an English friend of ours. \'Thich he was. [t was fun. \Ve had a ball. \'T e were down In San Antonio during Fiesta, and Duncan went wIth us to a lot of parties- he always took hIS dinner jacket nn trips. We were hdving a divine time. Then, at one of these parties, this stuffy old hostess-her granddaddy built the Alamo, or got killed there, or did something very historical-she CAme over to me and said, '\Vell, my dear, [ didn't know I was gOIng to have the pleasure of entertaining your chauffeur, too.' Well, I mean. How cotton-pickin' snooty can you get \'T e'd never thought of Dun- Cdn that wa}, of course, but, I don't know, after that it wasn't quite the same. \Ve got to feeling funny about taking him place . [t got so we Were really betwLLll .a rock and a hard place trying to think up ex- cuses for not inviting him along. He looked so hurt when we'd leave him dt the airport. You know, like a pet dog that's been whupped. Finally, we couldn't stand it any longer. We decided the only thing was to get rid of him altogether. ] ust fire him. So we told him we were going to sell the plane. Now we have an older pilot. He's good, but he's not cute. He just stays with the plane." Another problem faced by the owners of most private planes is the occasional delays in taking off and landIng and the other inconveniences that dre inevita- ble arounJ busy public airports. A. S. Crutcher, presIdent of a pipeline-equip- ment com pan} in Houston, and the owner of four planes, became so piqued a few years ago at what he considered the inadequate facilities of the lllunicipa1 airport that he bought eighty-eight acres of land on the outskirts of the city and turned it into a private airport, complete with a thirty-four-hundred-foot run- way and a hangar, at a cost of ahout sixty thousand dollArs. So mAny T eXd millionaires own private planes that thèir novelty has long since worn off. A few months ago, during a dInner par- t} in Tyler that was attended n1ainly b} millionaires, a guest mentioned that she and her husband were taking off later in the evening for New York so they could see one of their horses 1 un at Beltnont the following day. They had plenty of room in their DC-3, she said, and would he delighted to take along anyone who cared to spend a day at the races. The invitation stirred up about as much en- thusiasm as the offer of a lift home would in other circles. \'Then Texas million- aires are discussing plans for an out-of- town trip, one is likely to ask Another, "Are you going commercial?" It is not considered déclassé to travel on com- mercial airlines; it is just the difference between taking a taxi and heing driven in one's own limousine. \\7 1t h swift transportatIon readily at hand day and night, Texas millionaires élre ahle to indulge d frequent whim to get away from Texas. "Ah, the Texans," Leo Ros- ten remarked in a re- cent article on Holl}- wood. "They flock Into Beverly Hills and Bel .IA.ir with increasing gus- to d.nd aL-lrming bAnk- ro1]s. As one philosoph- ical producer put it, 'Deep ill theIr hearts, Texans must hate Tex- as. They certainly don't waste élny time, once they strike oil, in [llOV- ing to Beverly Hills.' " Though Califor- niA is a favorite migr.:lting ground for Texas millionaires, very few havL taken up permanent residence there. The} mal hate Texas, but they hate the California income tax more. Texas millionaires commonly maintain one or more out-of- state residences, which they visit period- ically to escape the vagaries of the weather at home. Scarcely any, how- ever, have hecome expatriates. To so- journ long and often in more congenial climes is socially acceptable; to give in and move away for good is regarded as desertion. Nevertheless, a disinclination to violate that taboo is almost incidental in keeping Texas millionaires from flee- ing permanently. The important reason